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Stevie turner talks about the home that was forgotten a long time back. She always remembered the memories of that house. The beauty of memories can sometimes make you cry. Stevie, you look beautiful. Thank you so much for the shout out. I am honoured to be a part of your blog and a tiny, not big but tiny inspiration to you in this post. Do like, share and follow her blog. She is a wonderful lady Thank you so much for mentioning me. πŸ™‚βœŒ

Stevie Turner

A comment from fellow blogger Suzan Khoja saying β€˜Home is something everyone wishes to be in foreverβ€˜ got me thinking…

Where is β€˜homeβ€˜ exactly?Β  Is it your childhood home with your parents where hopefully you might have felt safe and loved, or is it the home you made with your own partner and children?Β  Is it still home when your partner may have moved out and your children left the nest to forge their own lives?

I go along with the saying that β€˜home is where the heart isβ€˜.Β  In everyone’s head is that picture of home that they all yearn to return to, where they were loved, wanted and needed.Β  Whether or not the sun always shone was irrelevant, as they were happy whatever the weather.

You can live in a house worth millions, but is it home if it’s a place where…

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  1. Good reblog, Suzan. Stevie is a fine writer, and a very helpful blogger too.
    This post has photos of where I lived in London, and my own memories of various homes. πŸ™‚
    https://beetleypete.com/2018/11/10/my-london-life/
    Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. Thanks, Pete. Yes, she is a great person. I will surely check this blog post. Do you miss home?

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      1. No. This is home now.
        https://beetleypete.com/2018/11/11/our-home-in-beetley/
        I have adapted to being in a very different place. πŸ™‚

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        1. That’s good but do you miss your childhood home where you grew up? Don’t you miss the memories you had there?

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          1. I still have the memories, so don’t miss them. London is big city, with lots of noise, and many problems. It is not a place to grow old in, Suzan. I need peace, and now I have that. πŸ™‚

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            1. Hmm.. That might be true but still, memories are memories and they are very precious.

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    2. Thanks Pete, you’re very kind. Only one of my childhood homes is still standing – the one that I don’t remember too much about as I was too young.

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  2. A very touching story about the past which is lost to us forever except in memory . Those old black and white pictures are precious and I have a few taken in the days when photography was rare and expensive.
    My grandmother’s sister lived in what was demolished as a slum area in Islington and nan remembered it with tears of nostalgia.
    In those days families lived close together and worked locally the thought of travelling twenty miles to work was ludicrous.
    Until I left home I lived with my mother and father in North London and the house is still there in suburbia. It has now been turned into flats as it is in commuter paradise for those who want quick access to London.

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    1. It is very touching. I have my grandfather’s black and white photos too. He looks so amazing in them. Wow, I didn’t know photography was expensive, can you tell me more about this topic?
      The demolishing must have been so hard for your nan. Nobody can see their house getting torn apart. My family used to live close too but then everyone shifted because of business, or studies or something else. It’s sad to see that the house once you called your own has been turned into flats. Paradise is at home not in a random building. πŸ™‡β€β™‚οΈπŸ₯ΊβœŒ

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      1. I’m an old man and remember pre – digital times . We used films which had to be purchased at the chemist shop and put into the camera ; they were rolls of film and each time you took a picture you had to roll the film on for the next shot. When all the pictures were taken you removed the roll from the camera and took it back to the chemist to be developed. The chemist could be a week developing your pictures and more money changed hands.
        I had a brownie box camera which was common among working class people and they would often only use it on special occasions such as parties or holidays.

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        1. Wow, that’s fascinating. You should write about these things. I would love to read your blog. πŸ™‚βœŒ

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    2. In the past families did live closer together, but now we have to go where the work is. Thank you for your comment.

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      1. I wish they lived closer now too. My family is so scattered. πŸ˜”βœŒ

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        1. Mine too. Scattered to the four winds.

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          1. We are in the same boat. πŸ˜”

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  3. Thanks Suzan for the re-blog.

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  4. Nice reblog Suzan. Most of my childhood memories aren’t happy ones, but there are a few that I like to look back upon.

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    1. Thanks. Those happy ones are precious. They are beautiful as long as they are yours to keep. πŸ™‚βœŒ

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